The Klingon Raptor Qul Cha’bIp hovers in orbit over Yuhop. The crew reacting to seeing Talos Junction for the first time.
Commander V’ecna “THAT is their Foward Military Outpost?!”
Lt. Thra’ssk “Thats not a Beachhead, thats a Beach House…”
There is a noticeable chortle of laughter on the bridge as the comms station trills.
Bekk Becca “Captain, Risa II…I mean Talos Junction is requesting we de-cloak and identify ourselves.”
Yet again there is muffled snorts as the Captain raises his hand to silence everyone.
Captain Roh’Khan trying to hold his composure “Decloak, and open the damn channel…”
Starfleet Security Officer “Unidentified Klingon Vessel, thank you for dropping your cloak. Please hold position and identify yourself.”
Captain Roh’Khan “I am Captain Roh’Khan of the Qul Cha’bIp; Member of Task Force Hurq Mevik. General Cynis can vouch for our presence here. We are looking to help you shatter your Mirror!”
There is a brief pause on the comms, Kronq begins to lightly humm a Risan tune which breaks out in another wave of laughter on the bridge. V’ecna, who was also laughing could see the unamused look on her captains face, and shoots a dirty look to Thra’ssk. The Gorn Security Chief catches the glance, suppresses his laughter and hurls a metal chunk at the Pilot. The piece misses its mark, but the message was well received as everyone stifles their smirks just intime for Starfleet to come back online.
Starfleet Security Officer “Quail Cha Blip, you are clear for docking, welcome to Talos Junction Outpost! Feel free to beam down, there is a relaxation gathering scheduled for 2100 hours on the beach with food, music, and drinks!”
The channel is cut, and the bridge is silent for a moment, everyone looking to their captain, who can hold it in no longer, and simply buries his ridges in the palm of his hand; defeated. The bridge erupts with laugher once more as Roh’Khan wonders how his General is managing through this mess.